Wednesday, November 3, 2010



I started writing down my dreams this morning. I woke up because I wanted to write them down and I felt extremely weird when I woke up. As if I was still sleeping and writing in my sleep. I have a little notebook by my bed in which I write down these dreams and for some reason, my hand-writing was really ugly this morning.
   I felt somehow ethereal. Like I was watching myself dream the dreams again and not waking up while I was awake. If this keeps happening more often, I'll stop writing my dreams down because this morning scared the shit out of me, twice.

.illusive minds never wake.

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